Considering Dante had already given up Ezra as a lost cause for the evening right around the moment he'd first caught the guy asleep, he wasn't about to go racing after him, either.

Was definitely starting to lean Alana-wards, though. Especially with Ez having a moment of... whatever the fuck he was having.

He pressed his shoulder against the wall, instead. "Right," he said. "At least you got 'em out of your system."